[ Renly wasn't one that had a fondness for ale or the piss that they served in the common taverns outside the beautiful palaces of King's Landing or the quiet tents of his encampment; he was a man of wine, of pleasure, one who enjoyed the fine taste rather than something that would get him drunk enough to forget. It was also a rather fitting excuse, he'd found, to escape the marital bed --
but, he thought as he walked, there was no need for that here.
There was no real reason as to why he was so desperate for a drink, to be truthful. He just felt a need inside of him, as though someone was whispering in his ear that a goblet of wine was exactly what he needed for a fine evening out to enjoy himself, even of Loras was not at his side. It was like a tickle along his spine, urging him to go forward and indulge himself while the city was calm and safe.
Of course, he hardly expected to see his brother sitting at the tavern, as if waiting for someone to meet him and make his day all the brighter. It was amusing, seeing his stern, stoic elder sitting with a pint in hand as though it held the answers to all the questions in the known universe, as though the Gods had blessed the cup.
Renly wondered, with a smirk to himself, if he was enjoying the peaches he had been gifted with.
Securing himself a glass of some wine or another, Renly walked over and settled opposite Stannis, leaning forward with a little smirk. ]
And thus we find Stannis Baratheon, turned to the ale to overcome his guilt.
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but, he thought as he walked, there was no need for that here.
There was no real reason as to why he was so desperate for a drink, to be truthful. He just felt a need inside of him, as though someone was whispering in his ear that a goblet of wine was exactly what he needed for a fine evening out to enjoy himself, even of Loras was not at his side. It was like a tickle along his spine, urging him to go forward and indulge himself while the city was calm and safe.
Of course, he hardly expected to see his brother sitting at the tavern, as if waiting for someone to meet him and make his day all the brighter. It was amusing, seeing his stern, stoic elder sitting with a pint in hand as though it held the answers to all the questions in the known universe, as though the Gods had blessed the cup.
Renly wondered, with a smirk to himself, if he was enjoying the peaches he had been gifted with.
Securing himself a glass of some wine or another, Renly walked over and settled opposite Stannis, leaning forward with a little smirk. ]
And thus we find Stannis Baratheon, turned to the ale to overcome his guilt.